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On Post Office Road, just off the Strand, in Galveston, is The Witchery. A fantabulous occult shop that features weekend psychic readings. This lady is goooooooooood. No hocus-pocus generic boardwalk shenanigans. She is the real deal. She is specific, on point, and direct. Starting with an aura read while I shuffle the tarot cards, she tells me I have a strong spirit guide standing in front of me helping me to reach my goals- sort of like my own personal line backer. Awesome! I am offered a helpful exercise to strengthen the weaker side of my aura before getting into the meat of the read.
I go with a set of questions I need answered but the read always treads on the fields I go out of my way to avoid. Currently I have revived a project I have contemplated, attempted, and scrapped repetitively for the past twenty years. It is a deeply personal project and one that I've known for years will set free many demons locked up in my psyche. When she told me this time I would see this project to fruition, I knew it in my soul to be truth. This knowledge nugget was an unsolicited gem that I see as the prize of the read.
I am fortunate. My life is good. My marriage is strong and our daughter is healthy again and set to remain that way. My reading forecasted this happiness o continue and grow, opening a path for me to truly focus on my own journey.
As the reading wrapped up, the psychic asked what I was recently so disappointed about. I explained my shallow hurt of exerting lots of energy helping people around me to achieve a common goal. I was harboring icky green monster feelings when everyone but me received the glory. She cocked her head and gave me a look I used to see on my mother's face after some sort of adolescent upset and said, "Well I guess maybe next time you should put yourself first." Okay. Point taken. But it's something incredibly difficult for me to do. Gulp! Looks like I will have to call my therapist first thing Monday morning.